This is a song about "Caelan mason"

And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Cuz when my pen hits the paper creatin lyrics like tyler the creators baby

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

The sirens are gone, shit, i just stand and i look at the bridge...

I know we jumped of a bridge, and now billy ain't here,

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Paul mason is faster than you

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,